I sit down in my car, it's a quarter past three
I dig into my pockets, fumbling around for my keys
Why are jean pockets so deep when you miss something you need
My index finger grabs hold of an old broken keychain
Wish I had a (girlfriend), use that empty carpool lane
Adjust my side mirrors left than right
Turn on the heater, flick on the headlights
Glance down at the dashboard; 28 Fahrenheit
Put it in drive, let's get out of here
I look into the rearview as I put in a CD
There's an old pair of blue eyes staring back at me
A face that I've known since I was two or three
Like a second mom, she raised me to be me
A teacher at Mark West elementary
She made fall in love with the sounds of strings
But that couldn't be you, I am alone
You passed away from a driver on their phone
Hufford; gone too soon